Jax ✉✉✉ Jonny

#NYFWM Ambassador Kellan is smart  Photo by ckscreativemanagement

There are so many pieces of you I see in myself. So many slivers of your soul that slipped into mine. Part of me loves them, I can feel them spreading warmth and sunlight to the darkest parts of my soul. I know that wherever I am the best thing that ever happened to me is in me. Another part of me hates them, I want to rip them out of my chest with my bare hands and crush them. Not in anger but in frustration that only a little crumb of you is here when I need all of you. I love you too much

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beautifulburnout:

The tension between them was all but palatable. It was no wonder Ginger was so agitated. Jonny kept his distance to keep her as comfortable as possible, and maybe to keep them both a little more comfortable. He watched the two of them and when Jaxon explained part of the reason she was untrusting it made a lot of sense. “Well they couldn’t have ended up with anyone better.” Jaxon loved dogs more than he loved most people. He believed it when he said it. Those dogs were probably better taken care of than some people’s kids. “They’re adorable. Ginger and…Jamie?” He chuffed out a soft and knowing laugh. It was cute and kind of unexpected. He would have thought Jaxon would have gone for more ‘traditional’ dog names but he liked it a lot.

“Thanks…it’ll look better once it dries. I guess some kids came by and were messing with it. That’s why I came out here. To touch it up…” He cleared his throat and realized he was rambling a bit but he smiled anyway. At least Jaxon actually looked at him. But when Ginger growled and Jax explained, Jonny was a little surprised that he mentioned a hug. He didn’t seem at all comfortable but he wasn’t running off either. Did he want this? To sort of reconnect after all of this time? He did come to look at his artwork after all. There was clearly part of Jaxon that still cared for him and Jonny would be lying if he said he felt any different. So the artist opened his arms, wiggling his fingers in a 'come on’ type motion. “Well then, c'mere. Don’t use your dog as an excuse, Jax,” he teased with a touch of a smirk on his face. “I know you just want a hug.”

he was already on edge enough, but ginger's demeanor was just making him more anxious. but Jamie was just as carefree as ever, panting and looking up at them and chewing on a leaf on the ground. jaxon smiled a little then, despite himself and despite the situation. "thanks... I try my best. they've had a hard life, but they're real sweet," he nodded. it was more than that, honestly. they were saving him as much as he saved them. but that was too heavy to get into. jonny didn't need to know that Jamie laid on jax's chest when he woke up from a nightmare, and ginger pushed against his side and whined until jaxon stroked her ears and spoke to her. "yeah... ginger ale and jameson, officially," he huffed, with a small, slightly bashful smile.

jaxon really did like the mural. it was impressive, and beautiful, and grand and detailed. it was jonny. and jaxon had always loved jonny's art. another one of those things that hadn't changed, even after ten years. "fuckin' kids," he teased a little, slightly relaxing despite himself. but then, of course, jonny had to call him out, and jaxon's brow furrowed as he tensed a little again. he hadn't expected that. although... it was jonny. of course he'd do that. Jaxon's heart thudded hard and suddenly against the inside of his sternum. "yeah whatever," he muttered with a shy smile. but he moved closer anyways, refusing to think too hard about anything. he hugged jonny, warm and tight. but quick. it was all he could manage. "it's, uh... it's good t' see you, jonny," he said, taking a step back, rubbing the back of his neck. "i should let you get back to work..."

the lost boys // jaxathan

Kellan Lutz in Geoffrey Beene Spring Summer 2017 Campaign

jax ✉✉✉ jonny

jonny: thrill seeking isn't death seeking lol

jonny: hahaha that was fun though. i miss that fucking lake

jaxon: depends on who you ask

jaxon: yeah me too. there's a pretty great one out here. up in the mountains. pretty good fishing.

beautifulburnout:

Tonight wasn’t Jonny’s night. His bare toes flexed against the pavement and the artist let out a soft and frustrated sigh. His eyes were puffy from crying, his hair a mess and his jacket ripped. He sniffed and his hands rubbed across his face as headlights illuminated him. He looked like a wreck and felt like one. It was hard to deal with the fact that you got mugged, clear down to designer shoes. It wasn’t like he could call for help either. Not with this phone stolen He had no way of getting a cab because the mugger had taken his wallet as well. And it wasn’t like he’d be walking far with tender bare feet. Instead he sat on the curb feeling both useless and more than a little dejected. He felt foolish. Jonny grew up in New York, he lived in Portland. It wasn’t like he was new to avoiding that sort of trouble and yet here he sat. A victim to some guy who no doubt preyed on tourists. Yeah, fuck this night and fuck this city. He just wanted to go home.

his shift had ran a little long. well, in truth, he’d made it run a little long. their job was technically done, and his partner had caught a ride home. but after responding to a call about a teenage tent city, jaxon hung back, to get the small group of teenagers some food, and sit and chat with them. they were good kids, just in bad situations, most of them emancipated or 18. it broke jax’s heart to see them out like this. he’d given them his card, and told them to call if anyone gave them any trouble. now he was driving back to the station, tired, and weary, and taking his time. the man slumped on the curb caught his eye. the jacket didn’t say homeless, but barefeet and body language spelled trouble. 

jaxon pulled over a little up the curb, climbing out with flashlight in hand. “ sir? are you okay? ” he called out, shining the flashlight just close enough to get a look at his face. “ jonny? ” he was incredulous and frankly, fucking shocked. “ jonny, what the hell? ” he said, squatting down in front of him to get a better look. “ what happened? are you okay? what’s goin’ on? ” despite all of his complicated feelings about them and him, jaxon’s protective instinct flooded his chest and drowned anything else out.